December 2, 2018

Chanukah. First Sunday of Advent, a day of spring in mid-winter, quite lovely, quite a tease in the midst of the Hibernian days to come. Did a little writing in the morning, but some energy in the air is not conducive to prolonged application.

Considering Miss Z B-S’s accusations. Once I dig beneath the hysterical and insane, the pure libel, I find fury at my taste in theater. I research and see I gave her a B in playwriting. I believe that is the root of it. Otherwise, there is no root at all.